86 Preparation And Hope 1
86 Preparation And Hope 1
Bruce positioned himself behind Mario Russo, while Tevin loomed silently over Marco Diaz. Neither traitor suspected a thing until, with one swift motion, silver cuffs were snapped onto their wrists. The room fell silent, the clink of the metal resounding like a death knell.
“What is the meaning of this?” Mario demanded, struggling against the restraints. His face twisted in a mixture of outrage and fear. Luca, slow and deliberate, rose from his chair and approached Mario. Without a word, he delivered a brutal punch to his jaw, the force of it reverberating through the hall. Mario staggered, stunned by both the physical blow and the betrayal he’d been caught in.
“How dare you?” Luca growled, his voice low and venomous. His gaze shifted to Marco, and the rage in his eyes could have set the room ablaze. “How dare you align yourself with our enemies? Did you really think we wouldn’t find out? We know everything—every move, every deal, every betrayal.”
Marco’s face went pale, his composure crumbling under the weight of Luca’s accusation. He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t. The guilt was etched plainly across his face.
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“You sold your own brothers,” Luca spat, his voice laced with both fury and disbelief. “Mario, you tried to have Luciano killed because our father named him head of the Russo Family. And you, Marco—” he pointed a damning finger, his gaze sharp as a blade, “you joined our enemies. You aided them in their efforts to eliminate us, all because Luciano dared to divide the business!”
The room was silent, suffocating under the weight of his words. The other family heads exchanged glances, their faces pale with shock. The betrayal hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.
“All our efforts here,” Luca continued, his voice hardening like stone, “every move we’ve made, every plan we’ve devised—it’s been leaked to our enemies. By you two.”
His tone dropped, quiet and deadly. “You should be ashamed of yourselves for your treachery.”
Mario and Marco stood there, exposed under the harsh spotlight of truth. Shame flickered in Mario’s eyes, his head bowing under the pressure of his guilt. Marco’s face hardened, but even he couldn’t muster a denial. The truth was a noose tightening around them both.
And yet, Luca knew this wasn’t the moment. As much as he wanted to exact justice right then and there, the storm swirling outside demanded focus. Dealing with them now would be a distraction—a costly one. The reckoning would have to wait.
“When this is over,” Luca said, his tone softening but losing none of its edge, “we’ll settle this. All of it.”
For now, vengeance would be delayed. But Luca’s eyes promised there would be no escape when the time came.
“Take them away,” I ordered Olsen and Gerald, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling in my chest. They nodded, dragging the traitors out of the hall. The sound of their retreating footsteps echoed, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
Luca broke the tension. He turned to the remaining pack members, his voice lifting with an air of optimism. “Despite all of this, there’s good news,” he began, sharing the plan to move forward. It was a balm to our frayed spirits, and for the first time in days, there were faint smiles and hopeful murmurs.
Calls were made to family members stationed in Somberg, instructing them to be ready. Amid the flurry of activity, I felt the weight of exhaustion settle over me. By the time we returned home, I barely managed to stumble into bed before sleep claimed me.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, warm and golden, a stark contrast to the darkness we had been navigating. It felt symbolic, a reminder that even the longest night ends. I whispered a prayer, hoping this light meant our struggles would soon be behind us. Luca stirred beside me, and we began preparing for the journey to Somberg. Before leaving, we spent some precious moments with Katya, ensuring she felt safe and loved.
As we settled into the back seat of the car, I leaned against Luca, finding comfort in his presence. But the weight of everything we had endured, and everything that still lay ahead, bubbled to the surface. I straightened, turning to look at him.
“Luca,” I began, my voice soft but steady, “I’ve been thinking… I know you’ve always wanted a grand wedding, but I don’t want to wait anymore. When we return, I want us to have something small, something intimate. Just our family and closest friends in the garden. All of this—everything we’ve been through—has shown me how precious time is. We already have everything we need.”
He looked at me, surprise flickering in his eyes, before they softened with love. His hand found the mark on my neck, tracing it gently before he leaned in to kiss it. The tenderness of the moment soon gave way to a deeper passion, and before long, we were lost in each other. The intimacy in the back seat was reckless and raw, but it felt necessary—a reminder of what we were fighting for.
The journey was smooth, the roads clear, and by evening, we arrived in Somberg. Checking into a hotel under an alias, the reality of what lay ahead began to settle in. My palms were damp with nervous sweat as we entered our room. The uncertainty gnawed at me. Would we succeed? Would we survive? I pushed the thoughts away, forcing myself to focus on the mission.
Hours later, the rest of our group arrived—my brothers, Castelo, Aldo, and the hired warriors who would fight by our side. They strategically booked rooms near Lee Street, close to the swearing-in venue where we anticipated the final confrontation. As we regrouped and prepared, I whispered another prayer to the goddess, pleading for strength and guidance. I hoped, above all else, that we wouldn’t have to spill any more blood. But if it came to that, I prayed we would find the resolve to see it through.